You tell me that I give you contraband love
That we do nothing but what I feel like
Always my way, my holy will
That I only pamper you now in dribs and drabs
You are the whim that won't let me live
We are two side by side, made for each other
You are the one that breaks all my schemes
The one that stirs up trouble, always raising hell
Your flame is desert and you're my spring
Let me drink you then at my whim
You are the whim that won't sign the peace
Because we are the same, made for each other
You are the whim that won't let me live
We are two side by side, made for each other